Sunday, March 30, 2014

Author Claire Nicolas White Shares the Stories of the Smith Family

Every once in a while I get a chance to take a step back in time…well, at least feel like it. Today was one of those days for me as I headed over to the Ward Melville Heritage Organization’s (WMHO) Educational and Cultural Center in Stony Brook.

With the front of the venue’s main room set up like an old-fashioned sitting room, the organization presented author Claire Nicolas White’s new book The Land of the Smiths: A Collection of Personal Memoirs. White, who was married to a descendant of both Smithtown’s town founder and architect Stanford White, was fortunate to read many of the writings of Smith family members. She also was able to enjoy a few years with her husband’s grandmother, Bessie White, who was the daughter of a Smith and married to Stanford. Bessie grew up in Judge Lawrence Smith’s house that still stands today on the property of the Smithtown Historical Society.

Today’s reception began with the over 100 attendees mingling while enjoying free refreshments and buying the new history book. WMHO President Gloria D. Rocchio gave a brief introduction and thanked sponsors Lessing’s, The Smithtown News and Damianos Realty Group.

The trip back in time began as pianist Richard Foley and violinist Ryan Foley played a medley of Stephen Foster songs including “Oh! Susanna" and “Camptown Races”. The brief musical performance was followed by a vignette called “A Visit with Miss Smith” written by Ms. White and performed by local actress Jean Linzee. The old-fashioned sitting room was the perfect backdrop for this peek into the life of one of Judge Lawrence Smith’s daughters and Bessie White’s sister. Not only did Linzee transport the audience back in time to the days of Ella’s youth, but also let us in on what life was like for a young Smith in the late 1800s.  Ella reminded guests that there was a time when Main Street was filled with Smiths and the town’s train station was a new addition. However, the most touching part of the monologue is when we find that Ella had fallen in love with her cousin on her mother’s side, James Clinch. While many Smiths married cousins, her father didn’t approve. To keep her away from her crush, the judge locked Ella in a cage in the attic for a month! And while the punishment was uncalled for, and your heart may break for the young girl, Ella did move on to marry Devereux Emmet, a wealthy golf course designer and realtor. The Emmet’s became the proud owners of the house Sherrewogue on Harbor Road in Head of the Harbor.

When it was Ms. White’s turned to speak, she was very modest and after a few sentences joked that the audience would probably prefer if she just signed books. However, she did graciously answer a few questions. With a half a dozen or so Smiths on hand, including Nissequogue Mayor Richard Smith, many wanted to know if Ms. White had ever been familiar with this Smith or that Smith. At one point, the conversation turned to town founder, Richard Smythe, acquiring the land known as Smithtown from his friend Lion Gardiner and not by riding a bull. Ms. White reminded us that not many places have such a charming story attached to it.   

Since I just bought the book today, I can’t write a review of it just yet. However, thumbing through the pages, I can tell you the Holland-born author came to Long Island looking for “a sense of place to complete my identity”. After today’s reception, it’s seems as if she not only found that, but with her book will provide many more Smithtown residents with a sense of place and appreciation of its town’s wonderful history.

For more information on The Land of the Smiths: A Collection of Personal Memoirs call the Ward Melville Heritage Organization at 631-751-2244.
 
Jean Linzee as Ella Smith.
 
Ms. White signing books at the end of the presentation.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Welcome to Commack



I was exchanging emails with someone the other day, and I mentioned how I blogged. After looking at this page, I may have been exaggerating a bit. It sure has been a while.

You know how it is…life gets in the way sometimes. A recent move has kept me busy lately, but at the same time has inspired me to blog again.  You see I may have moved, but I’m still in Smithtown. It’s just a different part of the township that’s all.

I’m in Commack now on the Smithtown side. What can I say here on Long Island a few of our hamlets have split personalities. The fact that Commack is divided between the townships of Huntington and Smithtown can be credited to Smithtown founder Richard Smythe.

When I was writing for Commack Patch, my former social studies teacher Noel Gish explained that like most land disputes on the island it began over confusion over who was given land from Native Americans. Nessaquakes, Matinecocks and Secatogues once lived in and around what we now know as Commack.  The land from Cow Harbor in Northport to west of the Nissequogue River was granted to Jonas Woods, William Rogers and Thomas Wilkes of Huntington in 1656. This territory was given to them by the Sachem Asharoken of the Matinecocks. Around the same time Richard Smythe acquired the land that would become Smithtown from his friend Lion Gardiner. The Sachem Wyandanch presented Gardiner this area which he believed extended to the west of the Nissequogue. The overlapped area of these two claims is now the Smithtown part of Commack.

For twenty years a debate continued as to whether the Huntington group or Smythe owned the land. The founder of Smithtown persisted in Dutch courts and then English courts and won his claim in the late 1670s.

Basically it’s the reason why Commack residents west of Townline and Commack Roads have trouble getting permission to park at Hoyt Farm, and those east of the roads can’t borrow books from the Commack branch of the Huntington Library. I guess back in the old days they didn’t foresee these little annoyances. :)

Even the name Commack has two pronunciations. While you’ll hear most people say Ko-mack nowadays, you’ll still find some old-timers who say Kom-mack, which kind of sounds like “comic”. There’s a reason for this. The area was originally called Winnecomac, and when the name was shortened, Comac was initially used. The spelling was changed to Commack to avoid being confused with Coram. Apparently there were some mail mix-ups back in the old days.

So here I am Commack and here I am readers. Let’s continue this journey through the township of Smithtown real soon!